the cowgirl

The cowgirl

Wild horses were in her blood
The dusty grounds
the crowds above
With faith on her ride
she glares out at the countryside
The lights are on
making no mistakes
Spur him well out of the gate
Eight seconds is all she has
To prove her worth to her mom and  dad
With a determination that can’t be bought
A silver buckle that means a lot
With love in her heart, she can't wait
For the next rodeo and the next date
Wild horses are what she loves
Feeling the sprite from god above
With a win, they will see
I always fight to be free 
                      By Scottleebaker